I talk a big talk when you're around.
Yes.
Around you I act so happy -
and part of that is true, because it's you and you're around.
But I talk a big talk.
I can't help it.

Something inside me turns on that has to be strong
When on the inside things are twisting,
so painfully wretching.

Inside is this monster of jealousy,
when you're around.
It captures me.
and trust becomes untrustworthy
when you're around (her).

But when you're around, something in me breathes
that deep breath of what it used to be.

When you're around it's hard to see you leave.
And I can't look you in the eye,
when mine betray me.

All the strength that I had mustered
will melt away like nothing,
and you'll see what's underneath:

You'll see I am not free -  
and the longing that entangles me
when you're around.